Each being in the world is tiny in the community of spirits, disconnected in any personal way but connected through media, the word of our age. I’m liking the realness of creating art in a sloppy fashion, with my hands, with mushy messiness. Using all types of mediums to get to the end product. I’ve spent time in Mexico growing up and think some of my practice is learned from that culture. Using what you’ve got, and being resourceful with what’s in front of you. Being spontaneous creates mistakes. I’m thinking that’s where my art happens. The accident, the mess. This challenge, this emotionally and physically turbulent scenario is fueled by an anxiety and lately irritation and sadness. So there is an inner battle with joy and loneliness that has a cathartic moment during the creation of my projects.